You think you a tank sir,
But you never stomp none.
So we say that we thankful,
And we always have fun.
But then another noob's born,
Yellin "come and get some!"
After that he goes forth,
And makes himself look dumb.
Then I come and kill 'em all,
Laugh and say "what up son?"
Lyrics by 50 cent, remix by m. c. artentreri.
Oh and just so you know I'm not talking about anyone, your sig just made me think of it. This is what happens when I get 4 hours of sleep in 7 days.